Death is A Sweet Thing

Death is the greatest thing,
especially when it's your only way out.
I missed the good times.
The times when i had friends.

I think about how painful my death will be.
I want it to be long.
I want to think it's not wrong.

My loyal friends,
have ended in hate.
Hate i love to breathe.

Slit my wrists,
Slit my throat.
Stab my chest through the back.
Bash in my skull,
The pressure begins pushing through my eyes.

I think for my last minutes,
how wonderful this is.
Hate is something that i have come to love.

Soon enough,
i'll be dead drenched in my own blood.
No one feels the way i do.
No one can relate.

I'm alone in this world of love and laughter.
The Angel of Death will be pleased with my choice.
Infamous Butcher,
i will be the next one.